I sonictinies think, that, free and open as his eyes’ are, his character might suffer, if one were to judge of his lieart by them. Lord L. I remember, once said, that ladies abroad used to look upon him as their own man, the moment they beheld him. In-nocently so, no doubt, and in their conversation — assemblies. Poor Lady Olivia, I suppose, was so caught! at an unhappy moment, perhaps, when her caution was half a sleep, and she was loth to have it too rudely awakened. But ought I, your Harriet, to talk of this? Where was?y caution, when I suffered myself to be surprised? O hut my gratitude was my excuse. Who knows what Olivia might have to plead? W^e have not her whole story, you know. Poor lady, I pity her! To cross the seas, as she did! Ineffectually!

But can you bear this pen-prattling; the effects of a mind more at ease than it ever expected to be!

I will go down. Can I be so long spared? I am just thinking, that were I one of the creatures called coquettes the best way to attract attention, when it grew languid, is to do as I do from zeal in writing to you Be always going out and returning, and not staying long enough in a place to tire one’s companj^ or suffer them to turn their eyes upon any body else. Did ^joic ever try such an experiment, Charlotte? But you never coiihi tire your company. Yet I think you have a spice of that character in yours. Don’t you think so, yourself? But don’t own it, if you do Hey-day! What’s the matter with me! I believe by my flippancy I am growing quite well, and as saucy as J used to be Poor Lady Clementina! I wish she were happy! Then should I be so.

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My dear Lady G. we had a charming conversation this day: my grandnianiuia, and your [)rother bore the principal parts in it. It began with dress, and fashion, and such-like triHing objects; but ended in the noblest. You know my grandniamma’s cheerful piety. Sir Charles seemed at first only designing to attend to her wisdom; but she drew him in. O my dear! he seems to be, yet not to know it, as good a man as she is a woman! Yet years so different! But austerity, uncharitableness, on one hand; os-tentation, affectation, on the other; these are quaU— ties which can have no place in his heart. Such a glorious benevolence! Such enlarged sentiments! What a happy, thrice happy woman, thought I, several times, must she be, who shall be considered as a partaker of his goodness! Who shall be blest not only in him, but^or him; and be his, and he hers, to all eternity!

My aunt once, in the conclusion of this conver-sation, said. How happy would it be, if he could re — form certain gentlemen of this neighbourhood! And as they were so fond of his company, she hoped he would attempt it.